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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

As many of you know, Children of the Guardians is the second book in my SciFi series Harmonic

Wars. I wanted to share one of my favorite scenes with you to introduce some new characters: Florian Hertzog, Donald Frey, Mahmoud Nasser, Dr. Khalid Abbas, and Sam Nimo.

Donald Frey is the personal assistant for Arturo Dominquez, who you remember from Guardians of the Crystal Skulls. Frey is a man of low morals that saw his ticket to power through Arturo, who is now a powerful Senator in the U.S. Congress. The year is 2027, and the G`Alad based Warrior Guild has positioned themselves strategically, physically and politically for their final move against the rest of humanity.

Dr. Khalid Abbas is an archeologist who has discovered the secrets of the Great Pyramid of Giza and has attracted the attention of the Warrior Guild. They sent Frey to meet with Abbas to learn what he may know since the Warrior Guild has a limited number of scientists. But the Balsarius based Science Guild has also sent an agent to check on Abbas, and his name is Mahmoud Nasser. Nasser (an Egyptian) has been trained by the Masu`ri with the help of the Science Guild. During his surveillance, Nasser discovered that the American Donald Frey had beat them to Abbas, so Nasser's handler Florian Hertzog instructed him to kidnap Abbas. But poor Sam Nimo got caught up in the attempt.

Sam Nimo was a Filippino worker in Egypt. He worked long hours at a very minimal pay. Sam's boss gave him food, lodging, and a little over $500 US, half of which he sent home every month to help support his family. His boss confiscated Sam's passport upon arrival, and now he was an indentured servant, who Nasser used to get close to Abbas. Sometimes in life, an innocent bystander gets caught up in the horrific events surrounding them. This is one of those times. I had only intended for Sam to play a very small role, but by the end of this scene, I had decided to expand his character into a major role.

All of these characters play important roles throughout the rest of the series. Please enjoy the following scene from Chapter 6:

Aug 14, 2027
Mahmoud Nasser watched Donald Frey as he talked to Dr. Khalid Abbas over dinner. Most people took little notice of a waiter, but the American was always diligent in his efforts to hide his purpose. It even appeared that he had an electronic scrambler that interfered with the bug he had planted on Khalid. It was hard to maintain the appearance of busing tables while trying to determine what a G`Alad agent wanted with this innocent man. Nasser was the best spy that the Masu`ri had, and he was going to find out the intent. For many years, the G`Alad had focused on the search for the lost Pyraportal and its inhabitants, while they ignored the most obvious organization that the Egyptian Government protected. The Masu`ri identified what Arturo and the G`Alad were up to in the United States and were quick to block any attempts inside their country.
Nasser was a modern Egyptian recruited by the Masu`ri early in his career in the Intelligence Community. His ability to gather valuable facts undercover had helped the Egyptians discover several political plots by terrorist organizations to gain control of the main public offices. He had long since left the Egyptian government and was now fully employed by the Masu`ri, who paid much better. Nasser was in his early 30’s, with thick, wavy, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and naturally tanned skin. To the average citizen, he was pretty much nondescript, making him ideally suited to intelligence gathering. He intently listened as he cleared the dishes away from the table across the room.
Don was a good listener to Khalid who eagerly talked about his findings on the Great Pyramid of Giza and other notable relics around the world that might be somehow connected. As the hours passed by through dinner and followed by strong Turkish coffee, Don finally came around to turning the tide of the conversation.
“Khalid, we like your research. It’s remarkable, but we feel that the Egyptian government won’t let any additional experiments resume on the Great Pyramid itself. Wouldn’t you agree?” Don asked.
“I have asked several times in the past, but my requests were all rejected almost immediately,” Khalid said. “This time, I have proof that linkages exist to other locations around the world and can prove it without having to alter the pyramid dramatically. I have developed a working model of a hydrogen power plant that is 1/100th the size of the Great Pyramid. If we can temporarily rebuild the capstone, I believe it’s possible to restart the world power grid from the Great Pyramid. If we’re not permitted to do this, then I believe we can access one of the magnetic conjunction points and send energy to the Great Pyramid.”
“Did you have an alternate location in mind?” Don asked.
“Yes,” Khalid replied, “The Sand Sea, near the Gilf Kebir Plateau, in Libya. It’s the location of what I believe to be an ancient nuclear blast site as is evident by the vast quantities of so-called ‘dessert glass’. An alternative site would be the Indus River Valley, but reportedly that location still has high radioactive levels.”
Don smiled and said, “We’ll gladly fund your research giving you full credit for your discoveries, but we’ll control of the findings.”
“Do you represent the United States in this matter, or is this a private organization?” Khalid asked.
“My benefactors wish to remain anonymous at this time,” Don answered. “Why? Does it really matter to you?”
“Actually, it does to some extent,” Khalid replied. “The costs associated with this research may be prohibitive for a private organization. Unless you can put up $500 million per year for the next five years, I’m afraid we’re wasting each other’s time.”
“I understand that. Will you accept a check?” Don asked with a straight face.
Nasser had enough to report now as Khalid’s eyes lit up with anticipation. He hated to set things into motion that would dash the hopes of an otherwise brilliant man, but it was all for the greater good. Nasser walked back to the kitchen with the tub full of dirty dishes and walked out of the kitchen. He heard the owner yell for him to return or be fired, but Nasser just continued. Nasser drove back to his villa and entered through the garage. As he walked to his hidden office in the basement, he immediately approached the Hololink to report.
As the gray mists faded away in the dark basement office, the face of Commandant Florian Hertzog came into focus. The blonde-haired-blue-eyed man looked intently at Nasser.
“Ah, Agent Nasser. How’re things in Egypt?” Florian asked.
“Commandant, Donald Frey has made direct contact with Dr. Khalid Abbas,” Nasser reported in his thick Egyptian accent. “Frey offered to fund all of his research.”
“Do you have any indication that our dear Mr. Frey has contacted the G`Alad in Egypt?” Florian asked.
“No, sir. He came from the airport directly to Dr. Abbas’ lecture and was able to sit down and have dinner with him. They talked at length about his plans to prove that a World Power Grid once existed with the Great Pyramid of Giza providing energy.”
“Interesting,” Florian frowned. “The Director of Antiquities won’t permit it, of that I’m certain.”
“They plan to run the test either in the Libyan Desert or the Indus River Valley,” Nasser explained.
“They said any involvement at the pyramid would be minimal.”
“Okay, that’s significant,” Florian said rather urgently. “Find a way to delay them until I can get there with some help. I’ll contact you there tomorrow.”
“What would you have me do?” Nasser asked. “Kidnap him?”
“Not a bad idea,” Florian smiled. “I like the way you think! I have a couple of calls to make to update my colleagues on your findings. You kidnap him, and then we’ll come in to rescue him!”
“Sir? I’m not an agent; I just gather information,” Nasser said. “Kidnapping seems extreme … I thought we were the good guys here?”
“Oh, we are,” Florian said. “But if we don’t do something decisive like this, what the G`Alad will do will be much worse. This is an emergency, and you’re the only one I trust with this. I’ll triple your regular fees. Stay with him and make sure you update me the second anything changes. You have no boundaries on this, do you understand?”
“I understand triple my fees and no boundaries, but does that also mean no retribution? And can I get that in writing?” Nasser asked.
“Yes, I’ll send you something. Get back there and don’t let anything happen to Abbas!”
The gray mist faded as the Commandant severed the link. Nasser was glad that he had the forethought to put a tracer on Khalid as well as the bug. As long as Khalid was not right beside the American, he would be able to track his movements. Nasser retrieved his Uplink and initiated the tracking software. Khalid was alone in his hotel suite as far as Nasser could tell. Khalid was very unsuccessfully singing along with the music station on the TV. Nasser thought, Nobody who sings that bad would do it in front of someone else! Something was not right about Khalid trying to sing Country and Western music with his thick Egyptian accent.
Nasser loaded a black duffle bag into his car and hurried back to the hotel. He would have to sneak back in and had to wait until he could take someone’s place, which could mean another kidnapping. This was getting more expensive. Nasser typically just gathered information, but that didn’t mean he lacked the skills for other things.

* * *

Sam Nimo, the desk clerk, walked and grumbled about having to dump out the trash for the office manager. He was happy to have a job, but he hated his station in life. He worked and lived in a foreign country that looked down on people like him. His family in the Philippines was destitute, and there were no jobs there. Sam worked as slave labor at the whim of his boss, who kept him and the others under his thumb at all times. The company drove them to and from work, and he shared the small two-room apartment with six other guys in his same status.
Sam was 5’5” tall, with short, dark hair and a warm smile. He was very fit and worked out every day. He was so proud of his washboard abs and enjoyed the Kempo classes he took. It was his one and only luxury that he was permitted, and it helped him to make it through the long days at work.
Like his roommates, Sam sent the majority of his money home to take care of his parents, brothers, and sisters. He was not married, but he had several girlfriends back home. Oh, how he missed them! Sam thought about how much he missed his family and friends when he felt a strong hand cover his mouth, and a needle stick him in the neck. Sam woke up some time later in the trunk of a car: scared, naked, and tied up. Sam thought to himself, This is not going to be a good day!

* * *

Nasser smiled as he walked through the halls. He pushed a cart with a bottle of wine and glasses and wore the newly acquired desk clerk’s uniform. His badge and clothes enabled him to get back in past security. He had waited for nearly an hour before someone came close enough to him to grab. Nasser was sure that the maid’s clothes would not work, so he passed on the first four people who came to the dumpster. He didn't want to kill the young man, so Nasser secured him in the trunk and decided to deal with him later.
As Nasser continued down the hall, he could tell that Khalid was still alone as every so often a song would come on that prompted him to start his blood-curdling singing that was about to drive Nasser insane. Nasser walked the entire floor to sweep for planted devices or loitering people.
As Nasser approached Khalid’s doorway, he used his notebook to identify two devices that transmitted video and sound back to a live agent. This meant someone was actively monitoring. Nasser knocked on a door down the hall from Khalid’s room and delivered the wine from room service. Now that he had the layout of the floor, he stepped away to the service elevator and stopped at the next floor down. There Nasser found the entrance to the service corridors and climbed his way back up to the previous floor and up into the crawl space in the ceiling. After a few minutes, he found the cameras that obviously watched the hallway and door to Khalid’s room. Nasser recorded a loop to send information and re-programed it to run by a remote that he controlled. He would have three minutes once activated, which would be plenty of time.
Nasser exited the crawl space and made his way out of the service corridor on the floor below. The return to the kitchen was uneventful, and he explained to the supervisor that the couple in room 1643 also wanted a bottle of Chardonnay and two more glasses, as they would be entertaining guests that evening. Nasser picked up another tray with glasses and a decanter of Chardonnay and placed them on a cart with a large tablecloth that covered it and made his way up the service elevator to the 16th floor. Just before the 15th floor, he activated the remote and the loop. Nasser walked down to room 1658, activated his electronic jammer and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Khalid asked through the closed door.
“Room service,” replied Nasser.
Khalid opened the door and said, “I didn’t order room service.”
“Yes, one of the patrons from this afternoon sent it to you,” lied Nasser. “She said to tell you she loved your presentation and would be up to see you shortly if you like. I’m to wait for an answer.”
Khalid smiled, “She? Oh, I am the lucky one today!”
“May I wheel this inside please?” Nasser asked.
“Oh yes, please do be coming inside,” Khalid said excitedly.
Nasser pushed the cart inside the room, placed the wine on the table, and poured a glass. Khalid fumbled around for his wallet about to give a tip when Nasser shot him with the tranquilizer gun. Almost immediately, Khalid slumped to the ground. Nasser helped Khalid gently down to the floor and scanned him for any stray electronics that the opposition may have placed on him during dinner. The first thing he found was his own tracking device. Nasser removed it and continued the scan and found two more, which he placed on the bed. Nasser put Khalid on the bottom of the cart with the tablecloth to cover him up so that nobody could see him and exited the room with Khalid. He pushed the cart to the service entrance and picked up some dishes from someone else’s room service that was lying in the hall. Everything worked very smoothly and before long, he drove away down the road with two hostages in his trunk – issue totally under control.
Nasser smiled until he pulled up to his villa and noticed a black van parked across the street.

* * *

Khalid woke up cramped up in the dark. The second thing he noticed was that his head ached as if he had a bad hangover. Khalid tried to rise and banged his head on something over him. He was confused and scared when he realized that his hands were tied behind his back.
“Where the hell am I?” Khalid said.
“You’re in the trunk,” a voice close by replied.
“Who’s that?” Khalid asked.
“I’m Sam Nimo, the desk clerk at your hotel.”
“Are you all right?” Khalid replied.
“Not really. I’m stuck in a trunk with you!” Sam replied.
“I meant, are you injured?” Khalid asked.
“No, I’m okay except for one small problem,” Sam answered. “Somebody took my clothes.”
Khalid thought about that for a moment then remembered that room service delivered a bottle of white wine to his room. Khalid’s eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness of the trunk, and he could now make out details of his surroundings. They were indeed in the trunk of a car, and they were driving somewhere. As his head continued to clear from the grogginess, he could make out the small Filipino man that had greeted him at the front desk this morning. Sam was completely naked and lying uncomfortably close beside him.
“Great God Almighty!” Khalid exclaimed. “Have these dogs no shame? They stripped you of your clothes and even your underwear?”
“No, I didn’t wear any today,” Sam replied. “I woke up this morning in a hurry and couldn’t find any, so I just left them off. Talk about bad timing!”
Khalid laughed. “Incredibly, my friend! Incredibly!”
“So you see, you don’t really have it so bad after all. At least you’re dressed!”
“No, you have just proven that it can be worse,” said Khalid who was thinking now about how to get out of this. “Are you tied up?”
“Yes. Why?” Sam said
“Maybe if we turn around back to back we can get each other’s hands free before we stop,” said Khalid.
“Okay, let’s try,” Sam said.
Both men struggled for a few minutes as they tried to turn around inside of the cramped and dark trunk. Finally, they maneuvered back to back; Khalid began to feel around for Sam’s arms.
“Where are your hands?” Khalid said.
“At the end of my arms. Hey, that’s my ass you’re grabbing,” Sam exclaimed as he moved his arms around to where Khalid was feeling.
“Sorry,” Khalid was sure he was blushing terribly, but there was nothing else he could do. “Okay, I can feel your hands now. Seems like they used duct tape. Give me a second. There we go!” Khalid unwrapped Sam’s hands. He, in turn, unwrapped Khalid’s hands and they worked themselves down so they could untie their feet as well.
“Now, see if you can find anything that we can use as a weapon,” Khalid said. They felt around for a few minutes and felt the car leave the pavement and start to drive on dirt.
“Oh, that’s not good,” Sam said. “They’re going to stop, and that can’t be a good thing.”
“It’s going to be okay, Sam,” said Khalid in as calm a voice as he could muster. “We just have to jump out together and attack them as soon as they open the trunk. We’ll have the element of surprise on our side. Did you find anything we can use as a weapon?”
“I’m still feeling around. Wait, I think I have something!” Sam pulled up a roadside emergency kit from behind him.
“Perfect! See if there are any flares inside,” Khalid exclaimed. They opened the kit and found three flares and a tire iron, as the car slowed.
“Yes! You take two flares, and I’ll take the tire iron and the last flare,” said Khalid as the car ground to a halt. Then he continued in a whisper, “Remember, we have the element of surprise. Jump up, scream and start the flares as soon as the trunk opens, but don’t burn me!”
They heard the car door opened, and a person slowly walked to the back of the car. The seconds passed until they heard a voice.
“You know your element of surprise works better when you’re not screaming your intentions in the trunk.”
“Damn!” said Khalid. “What do you want with us?”
“Actually, I’m helping you escape – you’re being hunted by some very bad people. I’ll let you out to sit in the front on two conditions.”
“Okay, we’re listening!” Khalid answered.
“First, drop the tire iron and all three flares. Second, the freaky, little desk clerk has to put his clothes back on.”
Khalid winced as he realized that their captor had indeed heard everything. In the excitement, they were much louder than he thought.
“We’ll do as you ask. Now, will you please let us out?” Khalid asked.
“See that large, white latch beside you that says TRUNK RELEASE?”
Khalid certainly felt like a fool now. Tentatively he pulled the latch directly in front of his face and the trunk opened immediately. Khalid recognized the smiling face of the man who had delivered the wine to his room. He stood about 10 feet away from the end of the car with Sam’s clothes in one hand and a gun pointed at them in the other, and patiently waited for them to get out. The sun had begun to set in the desert, and the temperature had dropped. They were clearly miles away from anything and were completely at his mercy.
“I’m Mahmoud Nasser,” he said as he threw the clothes to Sam. “But my friends call me Nasser.”

I hope you enjoyed the scene above as much as I enjoyed writing it. We have bundled books one

and two together for $8 off the regular price through http://3lpublishing.flyingcart.com/?p=detail&pid=87&cat_id=0

The official release of Children of the Guardians will be April 10th for all ebook formats. We will celebrate it on the radio on Coast to Coast AM with George Noory.

Thursday, February 8, 2018

It was a great pleasure to be able to return to John B. Wells' show Caravan to Midnight on Feb 6, 2018, and what a fantastic show it was! My first show with John was on August 20th, 2015,

and I remember it well. It was my first major radio show to a large audience that I had ever done before. I was having some serious back problems at the time and was concerned about being able to stay up for the entire show. I had 3 herniated disks, but I refused to take any muscle relaxers or pain killers so that I could stay sharp minded. I got all tucked into my recliner with my support pillows and laptop and dialed into the show, ready to go. That's when I found out that Caravan to Midnight would also be broadcast on video. I was petrified at the thought. I believe even one of the listeners commented that I looked like Jabba the Hut! To make matters worse, I was so excited that I don't think I gave John much of a chance to even ask question! I talked pretty much non-stop for 2 hours. At the end of the interview, I was exhausted, my back was hurting, but I was still pumped. I remember John offering to get a beer with me if I ever got up to his neck of the woods, and that he would be glad to host me again once I got the second book done. What a wonderful person! I don't think he expected it to be so long before I got Children of the Guardians published, but as promised, He had me back on his show.

Now this second interview was MUCH better. Now that I have been on many other shows I was much more relaxed like a seasoned guest. We had a blast. On any show the guest and the interviewer start off with talking points to help guide the conversation. I felt like the conversation flowed really good as we went for talking point to talking point. John and I both had a great time, and once he invited me to come back, but not to wait 2 years for the next show.

We talked about the Great Pyramid, of course. But we also talked about standardized tuning of A440 vs A432. I noticed that John being an avide guitar player was very interested in what happens to guitar strings when tuned at the different frequencies. Here I included a visual that shows the tunings at A440 and added what happens to the frequencies at a half step down. Then you can see how the strings change to whole frequency numbers under the A432 base tuning. The interesting part in this is what happenes when you reduce these numbers to a single digid by adding all the digits together. Under A440, the 6th string frequency is "82.41" so you add 8+2+4+1 = 15. Then you add 1+5 = 6, for your final reduced number of 6. Nikola Tesla has a great quote that fits here: Tesla “If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6, and 9 then you would have a key to the universe."

So if you continue to reduce all the A440 base tuned strings the 5th string is reduced to 2, 4th string to 4, 3rd string to 7, the 2nd string is 7, and the 1st string is reduced to 5. No pattern emerges. But at base tuning of A432 we see an amazing pattern: 6th string is 9, 5th string is 9, 4th string is 9 3rd string is 3, 2nd string is 9, and the 1st string is 9. Even the number 432 is reduced to 9. Remember Tesla's quote: Tesla “If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6, and 9 then you would have a key to the universe." I believe he is referring directly to harmonic resonance in hios quote, but I may be biased. :-)

We talked about the Schumann Resonance that was discovered by German physicist W

infried Otto Schumann in 1952. This is the super low frequency of our planet, and fluctuates around 8 Hz. THe normal person can hear between 20 to 20,000 Hz. While we can't hear this sound, we can feel it's effects and it can be recorded. Christopher Dunn recorded this resonance very prominantly at the Great Pyramid and many other places in Egypt in the 2 - 9 Hz range. I had some people in the past shows as me about the Schumann frequency and how there are reports that it has risen to as high as 17 Hz, and that it is ushering in a general rise in our consiousness.

I don't know what's in your news feeds, but mine shows a civilization filled with hate for hate's sake, and young morons taking the Tide Pod Challenge! I've recently had some serious question about Flat Earth. Unbelievable in my mind, but true questions all the same. I'm not very hopeful that we are going to a higher level at this point, but those are just my thoughts on the matter. But I thank Elon Musk for the proof otherwise, and I hope that kills at least that one stupid conversation.

I will update this post with some screen shots of our interview shortly. This was a fantastic interview, and if you would like to listen, then please go to Caravantomidnight.com where you can purchase just one show or get a low monthly subscription.

John B. Wells and I, Feb 6, 2018

Wow! Our portion of the show went almost 3 hours! Time flies when you're having fun. here I'm discussing with John the convoluted process for publishing a book, and the considerable costs associated with Independent authors that traditional publishers can avoid. We have to pay for allt he publishing, editing, pirinting and art work ahead of time. But as John indicates, we get a much better percentage, but not the same volume of advertising. It's a trade off.

Monday, January 22, 2018

Harmonic Wars is a SciFi series that could be considered historical SciFi. I use facts surrounding numerous ancient sites to create a futuristic tale that connects our distant past with the near future. Some of the focal points included are the Great Pyramid of Giza, Stonehenge, Gobekli Tepe, Puma Punku, Machu Picchu, the Hopi Mesa settlements, Cahokia Mounds, and Track Rock Ruins to name a few. The premise for Harmonic Wars is that this is not Biblical Earth, but a colony that was settled by humans thousands of years ago. Due to a terrible war that was fought to a standstill, the remaining civilization became fragmented and reverted to a pre-industrial society, ultimately forgetting their origins.

Tonight we will discuss the Great Pyramid of Giza, cymatic experiments, standardized tuning (A440 Hz vs. A432 Hz), and how all this influenced me while writing Harmonic Wars.

Figure One

Figure one is a cutaway visual that Christopher Dunn uses in his book "The Giza Powerplant" published Aug 1, 1998. In this book, he outlines the possibilities of what the inner passages could have been used for. In this case, he states it could have been a microwave generator. I admire him and his thoughts on this pyramid because he acknowledges that what we see of the Great Pyramid are the skeletal remains of a great machine that operated many thousands of years ago. One thing is certain: it was never a tomb for any pharaoh. In ancient Egypt, the pharaohs were considered gods. In the Valley of Kings, we have found many burial tombs of several pharaohs, and each one is opulently decorated. Every inch is richly decorated with reliefs, paintings, etc. But not one religious writing or painting ever existed inside the pyramids, nor were any mummies found.

Figure two courtesy Vox.com

Recently a new chamber was discovered above the Grand Gallery by tracking cosmic rays (muons). It is nearly as large as the Grand Gallery at 98 feet in length. A second smaller chamber or void was located above the entrance. Plans are being made now for a mission to discover these chambers if the Ministry of Antiquities will give the scientists permission.

What are cymatic experiments? Cymatics is the study of how sound impacts matter. Generally, researchers use a tone generator under a plate of sheet metal or other thin membrane and place salt or sand on top of the plate. As the frequencies are increased, the salt takes different shapes, becoming more complex at the higher frequencies. If you searched the internet for examples of cymatic experiments, you would see videos like this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvJAgrUBF4w#t=4.965532328

Q: How does A440 tuning fit in with all this? A: Nikola Tesla said: “If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency, and vibration.” He also said, “If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6, and 9 then you would have a key to the universe.” The term 440 Hz means that there are 440 waves per second, meaning that your eardrum will vibrate 440 times per second so that you can hear that particular sound. The higher the pitch, the greater the number of hertz or beats/waves per second. In our musical history, a variety of concert pitches were used to include 415, 428, 430, 435, and 466.

432 Hz resonates with the fundamental heartbeat of the Earth, around 8hz, which is caused by lightning discharges in the atmosphere, This is known as Schumann resonance and is named after German physicist Winfried Otto Schumann, who documented it mathematically in 1952. 432 Hz is the harmonic intonation of nature. But A440 is “Disharmonic” to nature. Beginning at 8 Hz and going up the scale 5 octaves you will reach C at 256Hz, and the scale includes a frequency of A432 Hz. Conversely, beginning at A440 the same C note is fragmented at 261.656Hz.

The sound is also much different. Songs tuned to A432 Hz have a more melodious and warm sound, whereas at A440 they become harsh, almost tense. The American Standards Association adopted A440 in 1936, and most America music had adopted the tuning as early as 1926. After WWII, the European markets were flooded with American musical instruments designed to A440.

Another country pushing this thought it was paramount that all countries migrated to A440 for Europe. A delegate was sent to persuade the British Institute of Standards who successfully got an agreement to start the migration in 1939. He was from Germany, and his name was the Nazi Minister of Propaganda Joseph Goebbels. Conspiracy theory has it that this ushered in the beginning of the New World Order, as A440 tuning is inherently out of sync with the “divine music of the universe.” It causes tension, while A432 Hz promotes harmony. I don’t like most conspiracy theories, but just the fact that the Nazi’s wanted to do this is enough for me to question the purpose of A440 tuning.

Illuminati conspiracy theorists will love this: There is additional evidence that Rockefeller had an impact on the move to A440 in America, while Rothschild did in GB.

Figure three

Do the Cymatic experiments show any differences between A440 and A432? YES! Watch this video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zw0uWCNsyw

Notice how the majority of the sounds at A432 are better formed than at A440. Going through the countless examples gave me a headache. There are thousands of videos with examples. Figure three details the different frequencies when tuning a guitar.

For a side by side comparison, you can check out YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ietIfEK4IYg

Tonight, we are running a special book bundle on Harmonic Wars. You can get book one "Guardians of the Crystal Skulls" and the newly published book two "Children of the Guardians" for $8 off the regular price. Just go to http://3lpublishing.flyingcart.com/?p=detail&pid=87&cat_id=0 and order your copies now. This is a limited offer.

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Monday, January 15, 2018

I'm grateful and blessed that my SciFi book Children of the Guardians book two in the Harmonic Wars series is now beginning to sell! This is a huge milestone for me that many of you know began in 2011. Perseverance, commitment, and hard work are the only things that will help make your goals or your dreams a reality. Never give up!

I'm also happy to say that my "dance card" is starting to fill in nicely! We are taking advantage of our delayed official release by working on our marketing strategy. Why the delayed release? We are sending queries to professional book reviewers who want an advanced copy to read before the official release. Most o them require 3 months advanced notice, so we are pushing hard to contact them now and get copies into their hands. This is important to reach new audiences. As part of our marketing strategy we are setting up radio interviews, and have confirmed several interviews already. I would like to share these with you now!

- Jan 22, 2018 - Beyond Reality Radio, starring Jason Hawes (Ghost Hunters) and JV Johnson (TAPS ParaMagazine). The show starts 11 PM CST at http://beyondrealityradio.com/ This is a relatively new show that is growing to stations all over the US, so check the website for local radio stations/. It's always fun reaching out to new audiences, and I'm really looking forward to being introduced to this audience.

- April 10, 2018 - Coast to Coast AM, starring George Noory. I am so excited about returning to Coast to Coast AM! My last show was October 12, 2015 to promote the release of book one, Guardians of the Crystal Skulls, and now I am returning to promote book two. What better place to release book two? I'm looking forward to reconnecting with this audience. I have grown considerably as a guest speaker, and can now look forward to more frequent interviews on the bigger shows like this. You can catch the show at https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ and Sirius XM channel 146. Check website for local radio stations.

- April 13, 2018 - Conversations Magazine, starring Cyrus Webb 12:30 PM CST at http://cyruswebb.com/ Wow! A daytime interview is a first for me! Cyrus is on the Conversations Radio Network now three times a day, talking to authors and artists about their current works. This will be the first interview for me that has a primary focus on my book instead of my research into ancient artifacts and ruins of past civilizations. I hope to talk about the Land of Dreams and it's connection to the thousands of alternate dimensions, Anti-Grav Suits, and the empathic characters. While most of my characters were modeled after people I know, I can safely say none of them have the empathic abilities I describe in Harmonic Wars.

We
have several other radio shows we are in discussion with after our
official release in April. Our goal is to expand into TV shows, so watch
for those to come up very soon as well! Some people have
asked what's the difference between the official release copy and the
pre-release copy of Children of the Guardians. There is no difference!
You can get the book NOW if you go to
http://3lpublishing.flyingcart.com/?p=detail&pid=82&cat_id=0 After
April 10th, we will release the book on Kindle, Nook, and iBooks, but
printed copies will only be available through 3L Publishing initially.

Friday, December 29, 2017

Wow! What a year it has been! I look back on this last year, and I am happy with what we have accomplished. First, we published Children of the Guardians (CoG). That is my dream come true, and I give thanks to God. Without Him, I can do nothing.

As many of you might remember, I started CoG as my first book in the Harmonic Wars series, The title of the book was just going to be Harmonic Wars, but when my publisher convinced me that this book was too big to publish as a first-time author, I decided to shelve the project, and change my approach. I knew that the story was solid, but it needed more. I had been toying with the idea of writing a short story to help launch the book by telling the origins of the Guardians and how Arturo fell into darkness. As I started the first draft, I quickly changed my mind and decided to make Harmonic Wars into a series. I began this journey in 2011, and this dream has finally become a reality. For that, I owe much to my wife and my family for their continuing support. My wife is a remarkable woman who I am lucky to call my sweetheart. She has sacrificed so much to help us achieve this dream.

Next week I will make my goals for next year, and the plans to successfully achieve those goals. My goals will take a balanced approach to dramatically improve my health, finances, spiritual, and business aspects of my life. Watch out 2018...this is the year that everything changes!

We have made much progress this year on a personal level as well, making
many improvements on our home, and being blessed enough to help our
parents out as they continue to age gracefully. It is an honor to be
able to give back to them because they gave so much to us over the
years. I only wish that I could do more.

I want to personally
thank each of you reading this post for sharing in our lives. I wish
each of you a prosperous New Year filled with joy as you realize some of
your dreams this coming year. Join us in making 2018 a banner year by
ordering your copy of Children of the Guardians available now at
http://3lpublishing.flyingcart.com/?p=detail&pid=82&cat_id=0

We are now planning the official release for Feb of 2018. Producing and publishing a book of this size and complexity required a lot more work than I imagined. It took us over 8 months to complete the editing process, but we are now satisfied that this 660 page book will totally blow your minds. But just for our fans, we decided to do a limited print for this Christmas, which is why it is available only through 3L Publishing.

To celebrate this milestone, I am posting the Prologue for your reading enjoyment. This important part of the story sets the stage for the remainder of this book. It gives you a glimpse of the beginning of the war, and the role Shihan played. It also introduces Manny Alvarez, one of several major characters that I added to this story. One important change you'll see in this book is that each chapter is broken up into scenes that are titled. I did this to help break up the long chapters and give the readers a natural stopping point within each chapter.

I hope you enjoy this, and please, order your copies now!

Prologue

Nibiru

“Evacuate, evacuate!” the voice screamed over the PA system in the ship hanger. “Load all command ships and launch immediately! This is not a drill.”
People rushed to the ships as the giant globe of Ark II loomed in the sky above. The planet shuddered as the gravitational forces pulled at the tectonic plates of the mostly crystal world. The command crews of the last warships had already been loaded and were busy prepping for take-off as the remaining soldiers, scientists, maintenance workers and then family members boarded in that order. They quickly moved as they knew that failure to board was a certain death sentence.
“Ark II, please respond,” Major Blane pleaded. “You’re on a collision course and must change immediately!”
“There’s no response, Major,” Vice Admiral Hektor replied. The powerfully built man had a determined look on his darkly tanned face. “They’re approaching the point of no return. We must assume that the Balsarius killed the Command Crew of Ark II and put the ship on a crash course with us. Continue the evacuation from the Command Module aboard the Theia.”
“Admiral, we only have 12 hours before Ark II slams into us. Any ship not off-world in 10 hours won't escape the blast zone. We can't get the entire colony out of here in time,” Blane answered desperately.
“Admiral Ares is well aware of that. Keep pushing them and get those transport ships off the ground,” Hektor replied grimly.
As each ship reached its capacity, they departed for the safety of space. But as the ships left the remaining colonists became more and more frantic to board. Chaos soon took over until the heavy hand of the Warrior Guild took over. Gunfire erupted into the growing mob as a spray of bullets murdered the scared civilians. The remaining transports departed half filled as the angry mob of frightened civilians descended upon the loading docks. Unspeakable atrocities began as the realization of certain death settled on the stranded citizens. Ares watched the display from the comfort of his command ship the Argus, as the last transport departed 30 minutes early.
“Vice Admiral Hektor, did we meet our baseline objectives?” Ares asked over the Vidlink between the two ships.
“Aye Sir,” Hektor replied from the Theia with a stern look on his face. “We evacuated all the warriors and their gear, a five year supply of food and materials and enough engineers and maintenance workers to make needed repairs on the Warships. The last 10 transport ships were all civilians.”
“Do we have an estimate of civilian casualties?” Ares asked.
“We left behind nearly seven million men, women, and children.”
Ares swore, “The Balsarius will pay for this.”
“Should we attempt an assault on Martius or Typhon?”
“Negative. Martius will never survive the blast, and Typhon may still be too close. Send the fleet to Titan. Hopefully, it will be far enough away to escape the majority of the damage. I sent Captain Linus ahead to secure the abandoned colony there. I believe the Balsarius and Masu`ri both still have contingents of scientists. I’m sure we can change their loyalty to our cause,” Ares said with a sick smile. “Execute!”
“Aye-aye, Sir,” Hektor replied and nodded before the Vidlink ended.

Hours later a tremendous explosion rocked the small solar system as Nibiru, the fifth planet from the sun, was obliterated by the massive migration ship, the Ark II. The explosion was so intense that the fourth planet Martius was caught in the blast as debris rained down so violently that it all but blew the atmosphere into space, destroying the millions of people stranded there. Even the third planet, Typhon did not escape the damage, though it would survive.
The G`Alad-based Warrior Guild had lost the battle, and their remaining forces were now in full retreat from the colonists. Admiral Ares was the last remaining tie to the vision of glory given to him as his real mission on this voyage. He had not overestimated his opponents, but his commanders certainly had done so. At least he had been able to send off one last message before they were cut off from home. With the Space Portal destroyed and no way of being able to determine the solar system’s new harmonic frequencies, it was impossible to reopen them to bring reinforcements. Any reinforcements would have to travel here from the other side of the galaxy, and that would take thousands of years, but at least they were on their way. The remaining forces here were at a standoff from a weapons’ standpoint. The Warrior Guild could not attack Typhon and survive, but at least they had destroyed the Balsarius’ mobility without hope of being able to rebuild or repair. However, the cost had been tremendous. Now they had to rebuild what they could.
Ares sat at his desk and planned the campaign with his Political Advisor Commander Menelaos that his remaining forces would have to execute over the next several centuries as they waited for reinforcements. At least he had youth on his side, and with the use of the stasis pods and the Klah weapons, he could prolong his life span over the centuries. As Ares thought about his Klah weapons, he heard Klaxon’s song. The voices of Klaxon were always there in his head, but they sang a little louder whenever Ares thought about them. Now Klaxon seemed irritated at his reluctance to act sooner. He had never failed at a mission, and he only considered this a setback. It was a serious setback, but he could still turn this in his favor and claim victory in the end. Their lack of accurate intelligence on the advancements in the colonists’ weaponry had been the one thing they could not overcome. Well, that and the colonists’ resolve against being overrun. He had to admit their plan was an uncharacteristic move that caught them all off guard. Now, he would have to rely on subterfuge and espionage. He was much better at that than his opponents were, so it was only a matter of time and for now.
He was confident that the Balsarius had also been able to get a message off to their home world, too. That meant that they expected reinforcements as well. Now, his mission was to upset the balance of power before any forces arrived for either side. This would be a challenge, and he loved a challenge. His superiors in the G’Alad ruling council had made it clear in their last Pyraportal transmission, that failure would be his “undoing”. Being G’Alad had its rewards, but it certainly had its downside as well. Inability to meet an objective could mean either the end of his career or the end of his life – and that had a tendency to motivate people.
Klaxon sang loudly now as images formed in Ares’ mind. They needed a different approach. Images flowed freely into his thoughts as the plan developed. This was going to take a long time, but the promise of success was very compelling.

Shihan’s Prophecy

Safely tucked inside the home base, Commandant Richard Evans waited inside his chambers. He realized the Admiral had gotten the better of him, and General Marcus Kahn had been right from the start. The only thing that had saved them was that General Kahn’s superior intelligence network had uncovered the plans for the coup. The Fleet’s treachery was responsible for the millions of needlessly slaughtered colonists. His heart ached as he wept quietly over their loss. They had some time now to grieve for their lost loved ones, but he could not afford for others to see him like this. He had been resilient in front of them all, and he knew that had been a major contributing factor to their success. If I had only heeded the Kahn’s warning earlier, we might have been able to do more!
Now Evans’ biggest fear was realized. The treacherous Admiral had escaped their trap. Evans knew he could not match Ares’ wit and skill in strategic planning and that it was now a race for survival. At least Kahn was on his side and not with the Admiral. True, he had just resigned, but Evans knew Kahn would never stay retired for long, so he was not particularly worried about that. He felt more concerned about reinforcements. If only there was a way to bring them here quicker. Well, nothing could be done about that now. He only wished he could see the Admiral’s face when they realized the Balsarius had seized control of Ark II. Bet he didn’t see that one coming!
Evans now returned to the desk that sat in the room adjacent to his living quarters. There was no more time to grieve. Evans had critical work to do. Looking through the stacks of reports that had filled his inbox, he set his mind to the task of piecing things back together. Damage reports seemed to be the norm. Nothing worked right, and they would be hard-pressed to be able to repair any of the drive systems for Ark 1. The components were just not available, nor were the raw materials here to create them. He continued reading report after report trying very hard to find anything positive to which he could cling. They had all the best and brightest scientific minds, but the labs and most of the advanced equipment had been destroyed or confiscated by the enemy in the battles. At least the stasis pods and primary weapons systems are operational. For now, that would have to be enough. They could maintain the orbit around the planet and defend themselves, but that was about it. The Commandant knew that over time, much would be forgotten and that played out better for the G`Alad.
Evans thumbed through the documents and scanned for an update from the Religious Council. Surely, they had something more positive to say! He found the report, read it and found it uplifting and very promising. They had downloaded a new technology in the last data transfer that could change the balance of power back in their favor. That is, if they could recreate this Anti-Gravity Tech here.

* * *

After giving his final report and formally retiring from Military service, the former General Marcus Kahn silently walked to his quarters. Now his only real title was that of his martial arts training: Shihan. The last year had exhausted him as he tried desperately to lead the political leaders through the campaign. It was much harder than he had expected. These so-called leaders could not grasp the concept that their enemies wanted to exterminate them for no other reason than pure greed and hatred. If only I could have made my case earlier, we would be in a much better position now. However, there was nothing that could be done about that at the moment. At least presently, they would listen more carefully when he said it was time for action. Their hesitation cost them dearly, and only time would tell if they could or should rebuild the former guilds. He felt certain that he wanted no part of that mess in any case.
Shihan entered his sparsely decorated quarters and was glad to be alone at last. He bathed in the ionic shower and changed into his best night robes. The white fabric’s silky feel was comfortable and allowed him to get into the proper mindset for his evening meditation. Very few people knew the truth about his existence as a Holy Warrior. The fellow Warriors who had joined him on this quest had sacrificed their lives to ensure that their enemies would not succeed. Now, he was the only one left that could guarantee that their sacrifice was not in vain, as the dark vastness of space prevented any support from immediately arriving. It would be thousands of years before any help would come for either side, so now it was a matter of time to see who came first. For the near future, they were safe. The traitors didn't have the resources for another major assault, nor did they have the ability to create more. His comrades’ sacrifices had tipped the scales back in their favor, but just barely. He would have to wait to mourn their loss until later, but for now, he needed to plan a defense against the revenge the G’Alad was sure to seek.
“Marcus, you old fool! You’re retired now and can just move on,” Shihan said aloud to himself, unconvincingly.
He sighed then walked through his living quarters and into his private study. Against the front wall next to the door stood a small but simple altar. Resting on the small table in the center was a symbol made of wood on a small stand. The “Great Circle” symbol was a carved wooden circle with a golden pyramid in the heart of it. The ring was carved with dark flames spinning off the outside in a counter-clockwise motion, while the inside of the circle had very light colored flames turning clockwise toward the golden pyramid in the center, as if drawn to it. This represented the Circle of Life surrounding the Creator and served as a reminder that people lived in the circle of life and served the Creator at the center. Those who rejected the Creator were cast out, but all were welcome. It also reminded Shihan that he was one of a very few left, but he had faith. He knew that the Creator had a plan and that he would be instrumental. To each side of the Great Circle stood two unlit candles, and to each side of the small table stood the two pieces of his Qatassendor with its crystal blades gleaming in the soft light. This was the primary weapon of the Holy Warrior, which gave him strength, protection and prolonged his life to accomplish his mission.
Shihan humbled himself in front of the altar and knelt on the thick pad directly in front of it. The candles roared to life as he began his ritual prayers to cleanse himself. Shihan placed his hands upon the two pieces of the Qatassendor and quieted his mind until he had no thoughts of his own. The crystal blades now radiated light and enveloped the Holy Warrior in a warm light. The peace Shihan felt in the white void always helped him to find his center, which was his source of calm even in the heat of battle. He envisioned his surroundings falling away until he sat alone in the white void of peace. Then the visions came in a flood. There would be centuries of constant but small battles, unlike the primary offense they had just repelled. Both sides would continue to dance around each other to take control of the innocent settlers. That’s the key! The settlers would play a significant role in the final battles, but their success hinged on the Order of the Holy Warriors, which would be rebuilt. Shihan’s heart sank as he learned that the Council of Enlightened Ones that ruled the Holy Warriors had been betrayed and destroyed. Was he was now the last of the Order? He didn’t know.
The visions showed upcoming battles and subterfuge that placed evil in charge of the settlers to lead them astray from the Truth. In the balance hung freedom for the humans. It appeared that there would be other new Orders to help, and he would play a small part to establish them. This was going to be a long campaign, even longer than the Crystalline Wars had been. That campaign had been his rebirth into the Order over a thousand years before. The final battles though were not his to fight. He was to prepare the way for the new Orders before he would be taken away for his final battles. Though he could not understand many of the visions he saw, he knew that they were real. His final rest would indeed be a long time in coming, so now was the time to plan.

Arturo Gets a New Suit

December 21, 2008
Doctor Stan Freeling patiently brushed away the debris from the base of the ancient monument. It was his lifelong dream to be part of the excavation of Gobekli Tepe, so he felt excited when Senator Dominguez offered to fund the project and work out the diplomatic issues between Turkey and the United States. Now, his team had finally made progress on the largest stone henge at the center of the dig site. The perimeter stones they had already uncovered were polished solid red granite that sparkled in the hot sun. Beautiful dragons were carved into all of the upright stones. Carved gargoyles sat atop of the lintel stones, as though guarding the compound.
It was a beautiful day, with a clear blue sky and gentle breeze that kept Stan cool as he worked on the largest stones in the center on the ancient stone henge. Out of the corner of his eye something flashed and grabbed his attention. He used his brush to dust off what he thought was a rock and felt shocked to see a tiny, green light flashing. He became confused as he continued to uncover the OOPArt or Out-Of-Place-Artifact. He kept working on the black lid, and soon the top portion of a glass container became visible. Through the glass, Stan could see something that resembled black opal. Only he was sure it wasn’t stone. It looked like some type of fabric!
“Hey, Stan. Whatcha got there?” asked Ben Anderson, as he took off his sunglasses.
“I think we have a contaminated site. We have an OOPArt,” Stan answered.
Ben looked over at a middle-aged man with dark skin, dark brown eyes and a well-trimmed beard and a large mole high on his left cheek, and nodded. “Hey, Hafs. We may have found something.”
Hafs called out to the workers who were carrying off loads of debris, “Break time!”
Ben walked over to Stan and saw the top of the stasis pod and sighed. “Don’t touch it. I’ll get ole Abdool over here with a camera crew, and we can document the whole thing. In fact, we should bring the Senator in so he can watch us uncover this, as well, don’t you think?”
“But don’t you see?” asked Stan as he continued to complain. “The integrity of all our findings here will now be in question. We must address this apparently advanced piece of technology. This is tragic!”
“I wouldn’t exactly say that,” replied the hulking Senator Arturo Dominguez. His thick, dark brown hair fell loosely at his shoulders complemented by a well-trimmed beard. A scar ran up his left cheek and over a lifeless glossy blue eye that contrasted his startlingly green right eye. He wore a loose-fitting tan shirt and khaki pants as he walked from the tent.
“Ah, Senator Dominguez,” Stan replied as he turned his back on Ben to address Arturo. “Just in time. This is tra- …”
Ben’s eyes were blackened as he struck. Stan’s eyes opened wide as smoke poured from his chest from the growing hole caused by the Klah weapon, named Kreel, sucking the life force and memories from the brilliant archeologist. Within seconds, Stan became a smoldering corpse that slid off the wicked blade in Ben’s hand.
“Oh, what a relief!” Ben cried. “If I had to listen to one more lecture from this pompous asshole, I would have clawed my face off!”
Arturo ignored Ben and sighed with relief as he finally saw the blinking green light on the stasis pod he had buried over 200 years ago.
“Been a long time coming, huh buddy?” Ben said with a grin.
“Almost 50 years since the other suit went out,” Arturo said as he tapped the lid to reveal the holographic projection of the entry pad. Arturo placed his hand on the palm interface so that it could read his DNA, and seconds later the lid popped open. He reached inside, felt the warm fabric below and sighed. “I think it’s fine.”
“Yes!” Ben screamed jubilantly.
Arturo quickly stripped off his clothes and put on the Anti-Grav Suit over his six-foot-eight-inch tall frame. It only took seconds for Arturo to empty his mind and he completed the interface. His eyes filled with tears as the sounds of the universe around him came rushing back in. It was as though he was blind and could finally see again. The clarity and beauty of his surroundings made his heart pound.
Arturo softly chuckled. Then the chuckle became a full, hearty laugh.
“Now, it’s time to finish this,” Ben said as his blackened eyes gleamed. “Come on. Let’s feed on the rest of the digging crew first.”
Arturo pulled Laxle from the pile of clothes he had just removed and grinned wickedly as his eyes also became blackened.
“Ana, I’m coming for you,” said Arturo.

Ana and Manny

December 21, 2013
Over 10,000 years have passed since the battle lines had been drawn and fought to a standstill between the Colonists and the Warrior Guild Fleet. Most of the people had long forgotten the battles of the past and certainly were unaware of the coming storm. Then again, Ana was anything but common.
She absent-mindedly brushed her long, white hair as she projected nothingness into the people inside the hospital. Then she walked out of the delivery room and into the waiting room with the bundle in her arms. She saw a glimpse of her ageless face against the snow-white hair in a mirror. How long has it been? She did not even know for certain how old she was anymore. She had long since dropped her formal Mayan title of Queen and her surname for a more simplified and modern one. She was now known as Ana Acevedo de Garcia, or just Abuela by her family, though she hardly looked like a grandmother. After she had been bonded to all of the Guardians’ through the Crystal Skulls, her features changed dramatically. Ana’s almond-shaped green eyes now sparkled radiantly against her fair skin. Her hair turned to silvery-white and flowed down the length of her back. Large dimples and a cleft chin showed prominently on her beautiful face. Long, strong legs supported her six-foot tall warrior’s frame. She was perfectly proportioned and the embodiment of beauty in every sense of the word, but she could now feel age setting into her joints and bones. Damn! Time is running out! I must pass this burden off before it is too late. She looked fondly at the infant in her arms and prepared for the ancient “Ceremony of Connection” that she had performed with new family members soon after their births. She thought about how many had not been able to maintain the connection through to the “Rite of Passage” when the child turned six-years old. Nevertheless, she remained vigilant in her search. Even as each child failed to be the one that would eventually release her to her final rest, she continued. But she knew this child would certainly be different than all the rest. Both she and her long lost husband had sacrificed so much. It was too bad that few would ever know.
Most people had been easy to fall under her control of Compulsion, but she had noticed that it was becoming harder to keep large groups under control.
“Damn! I must be getting old and weak,” Ana exclaimed as she closed her eyes and searched to make sure she had control of everyone.
Now she could perform the Ceremony of Connection in peace and without interruption. She carefully removed the ancient relic that hung in the black bag at her side. It still mesmerized her as she saw the incandescent gleam through the Crystal Skull. She placed it on the black silk scarf in the middle of the table and gently placed the infant in front of it. Chanting the ancient Mayan language that was long forgotten she walked around the table three times then stopped at the child. She placed her left palm on the child’s head and reached toward the Crystal Skull with the other. As her outstretched palm inched closer and closer, she saw the familiar, faint glow emanate from the Crystal Skull. Ana suddenly convulsed when she touched the skull and became the conduit from Crystal Skull to the child. The infant’s eyes and mouth flew open wide, not quite into a silent scream, but more in amazement as the incoming images settled into his mind. One thought came to her mind: Manny.How can this be? The child was only an infant but was already aware that his name was Manny. Ana knew that the circumstances of Manny's birth would certainly have an impact, but even she was unsure just how big it would be. She felt so tired and ready to reunite with her long lost Love. How much we have sacrificed for so long!
Ana put the relic away and took Manny to the next birthing room. There the mother and father were in anguish at the stillborn child that the doctors were frantically trying to save. She replaced the dead infant with Manny and replaced the memories of all the people in the room. Ana knew that the young couple would take good care of Manny. She carefully planted the memory of “Ignacio Manuel Alvarez” into the minds of her distant cousins. Ana kissed Manny on the forehead and left the room with tears in her eyes. She then returned to the first birthing room and placed the stillborn child in front of the nurses’ station. She looked sadly at the dead infant and the now empty birthing bed before she left the hospital and released them all from her control.
With the events of that day and everyone under her control for so long, Ana was exhausted and had nearly reached her limits. She was still very powerful, but this took a lot out of her. She thought back to the last child who reacted so positively and wondered what he was doing.
“Arturo, where have you been? I know who to ask,” she said out loud to nobody as she walked away from the hospital and found the nearest hotel.
Ana closed the door to her private room, lay down on the bed with the Crystal Skull on her chest, and closed her eyes. The Land of Dreams flashed before her and she stepped aside from sleep and entered.
“Alana, I knew you would be here,” Ana said as she looked at her sister. Alana wore the white silk dress that Ana remembered from their battles with Inshae almost 300 years ago. She didn’t appear like the transformed Alana after the death of the Guardians. She was the short, curvy-brown-haired sister Ana fondly remembered.
“Hello, you old white-haired bat! How old are you now, 900?” Alana smiled and asked.
“Very funny, Tart. You always did dress like a hussy!” Ana said, as she pointed to Alana’s ample cleavage. “I thought people in the after-life dressed more conservatively?”
“Ooh, well played. Embarrassingly enough, this is the only thing I can wear that will let you know for certain that it’s me. You see, you have certain limitations. Nothing to be ashamed of,” Alana answered as she sucked on her teeth and looked Ana up and down.
Tears welled up in Ana's eyes as she embraced Alana in a fierce hug.
Alana stroked Ana's hair. “I know dear sister. This is hard.”
Ana took a deep sigh, steadied herself and pulled back. “Well, you always knew how to get the better of me on insults. I sure missed you. Why have you all been away for so long?”
“Time has no meaning for us there,” Alana answered. “For us, this has only been a flash. How long has it been?”
Ana sighed, “Over 200 years have passed since you and the other Guardians left me here. Alone.”
“Damn, so that makes you only 600 or so, not even close to 900,” Alana said, then grinned. “Well, you don’t look a day over 400!”
“Well, thank you,” Ana said as she patted her white hair. “So are we going to continue trading insults, or do you have something important to tell me?”
“No, not really,” Alana replied with an amused look on her face. “The Light thought you needed some encouragement, so I volunteered. Anything to help a sister!”
“Ah. Encouragement is it?” Ana replied sarcastically.
“Oh, there may be something else,” Alana said offhandedly.
“Come on, out with it.”
“Well, there might be a stray bloodline ... from me,” Alana said as she did her best to look innocently at her.
“What?” Ana exclaimed. “Are you kidding me? Why didn't you tell me? How can this be?”
“Well,” Alana started. “Remember after we pushed the G`Alad off the planet, and several of us went out on our own for a little while?”
“I had forgotten about that, but vaguely,” Ana said.
“Well, there’s a reason I was the last to return. Oh,” Alana sighed and fanned herself. “I met a gorgeous man, but it was more than that. We were married and had a son. I wanted to say something, but I was told that as long as he remained a secret that the Light would protect him and his descendants.”
“Do you know how hard it’s been to keep track of the bloodlines of our 13 sisters, and you hid one? How am I supposed to find them now?” Ana asked.
Just then the archangel Gabriel stepped from the shadows. His dark, curly hair and dark tanned skin were set off by large, blue eyes that sparkled and a cleft chin. He was heavily muscled and dressed in magnificent gold and silver armor and matching wings. In his right hand, he carried a brilliant gold and silver sword that glowed. In his left hand, he held a small buckler.
“Guardian Ana, fear not. The boy child will be known to you when the time is needed to escape with your descendant. He takes too closely after this one,” Gabriel said as he nodded toward Alana. “... but his heart is well-placed.”
“Muy Bien. Is that all?” Ana asked.
“No. The demons you both fought in Ashandaria, the place you call the Land of Dreams, will once again roam this existence. Protect your dreams and the dreams of your offspring,” said Gabriel. “Now sleep.”
“I wish you were still here. I need you,” Ana said to Alana as everything faded and Ana fell into a deep sleep.

Friday, September 29, 2017

“Hello, and welcome to Meet the Cast, the first in the series of interviews with the cast of Harmonic Wars. I'm your host, D.B. Stearns, Author of Harmonic Wars. Our guest today is the last of the original Guardians of the Crystal Skulls. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Abuela Ana Acevedo de Garcia - formerly known as Ana’ka Tua’agar de Took, the last Queen of the Maya.”

Ana walked out from behind the curtain and crossed the stage. Her tall warrior frame silhouetted under a modest, pale-blue, knee-length dress. Ana’s almond-shaped green eyes sparkled radiantly against her fair skin. Her hair changed to silvery-white and flowed down the length of her back. Large dimples and a cleft chin showed prominently on her beautiful face. Long, strong legs supported her six-foot-tall warrior’s frame. She was perfectly proportioned and the embodiment of beauty in every sense of the word. Ana and D.B. exchanged greetings and they both sat down.

D.B.: “Hi, and welcome to our show. What should I call you?”

Ana: “Most of my students call me Abuela but you can call me Ana.”

D.B.: “Thanks, Ana. For our audience, what does Abuela mean?”

Ana: “It really means Grandmother though it rarely applies to all of my students.”

D.B.: “And why is that?”

Ana picked up her coffee and took a sip: “Well, I am the last of the original Guardians, and I have to keep track of the descendants of all 13 of us.”

D.B.: “Can you explain that a little for those just coming into the story?”

Ana smiled: “Certainly! All of the Mayan Grand Council, thirteen couples, had latent empathic abilities. We could project our emotions to others and overwhelm them if we wished. The Balsarius based Science Guild developed the Anti-Grav Suit technology to be linked to our genetic code to prevent our enemies from stealing it and using against us. So that is why I keep track of the abilities of all our descendants.”

D.B.: “Wow, there's a lot in that answer! First, how long ago was the Mayan Grand Council even in existence, and are you the last Guardian?”

Ana laughs musically: “The short answer is yes, I’m the last Guardian, but in Children of the Guardians, I am tasked to rebuild the Guardians. In your calendar, the last Mayan Grand Council would have been around the 1420’s or so.”

D.B.: “That was over 600 years ago! It doesn’t seem that you’ve even aged at all...how is that possible?”

Ana sighs: “Well, that is a long story. In Book One, Guardians of the Crystal Skulls, we show how the Guardians came into existence from the Mayan Grand Council. The Forces of the Light gave us the gift of the Crystal Skulls. The Skulls gave us longevity and expanded our ESP talents. The Science Guild also injected us with nanobots that dramatically slowed the aging process and allows us to heal very quickly.”

D.B.: “Seems lonely. How long have you been doing this alone?”

Ana: ‘Well, I do miss my Guardian Sisters, but with all the children and those in the Science Guild I am hardly alone very often. I’ve been doing this close to 600 years now, but the last 300 were alone.”

D.B.: “I’m still freaking out about you being 600 years old! Is anybody else as old as you?”

Ana: "Actually there are a few, and one is much older. Pressler Anias was the scientist who developed the nanobots that helped to prolong our lives. He is now the Science Guild Elder. The Religious Guild Elder Eric Danshe is also around 600, but we don't see him away from the Sanctuary very often. But the oldest is the Warrior Guild Elder, the Shihan Marcus Kahn.”

D.B.: “How old is he?"

Ana: "Nobody knows for sure. Shihan, as he prefers to be called, spends much of his time sleeping in a stasis pod. I know that he was one of the top generals in the original Warrior Guild when Admiral Ares betrayed the other guilds and tried to overthrow the government and make himself the dictator. Shihan is the only reason Ares was defeated, and that was over 10,000 years.”

D.B.: “WOW. 10,000 years old? Shihan is on my list to interview if he will answer my calls, as is Admiral Ares. Those should be fun interviews!”

Ana: “Yes, just be careful with Ares. Evil is seldom contained.”

D.B.: “Thanks for the warning. Can you explain a little about the guilds? How many guilds are there?”

Ana: “Our society itself into divided into five guilds: Artisan, Religious, Science, Warrior, and Worker Guilds. Excuse me; they recently renamed the Worker Guild as the Craftsman Guild. Political Correctness has no limits.”

D.B. laughs: “I guess so.”

Ana: “Anyway, each guild elects an Elder to lead them and represent them at the Elder’s Council. The Council governs the general population and makes decisions as needed for our society's best interests. Each Guild has an equal vote.”

D.B.: “With all this discussion of people living hundreds or even thousands of years, I have to know: Did you always looked like this?”

Ana laughed: “No, not hardly. I used to be a very short, curvy, American-Indian woman living in the mountains of Peru. But, for me to survive against Arturo and the Warrior Guild, the Light transformed me into the tall white-haired warrior you see here today.”

D.B.: “Tell us about Ana. What makes her special?”

Ana looked down and sighed: “She would say there’s nothing special about her, but that’s hardly true. In book one, I had to wrestle with my inner demons for taking revenge on a tribe of raiders who attacked my native American Indian family. It was a horrific scene as I made examples out of the attackers. It really made me question things my purpose, and how I could do something so dark.”

D.B.: “Was this a pivotal moment in your life?”

Ana: “Yes, for several reasons. This was the day that Arturo’s parents died. I saved him and his brother Roberto. Watching your mother's head roll in front of you and nearly into your laps, has a profound impact on a person. In this case, both Roberto and Arturo. I don't think Arturo ever got over that.”

D.B.: “That's horrible. How old were they?”

Ana: “Roberto was seven, and Arturo was only five. They both came to live with me and the sisters at the last Pyraportal.”

D.B.: “For our guests, the Pyraportal was a power generator, right?”

Ana: “Yes, but it is so much more. At the center of each Pyraportal is a chamber that contains a small portal that is harmonically tuned to the solar system. It is a powerful weapon as well when it channels its energy up through the sphere-like capstone at the top of its pyramid shape. Pressler Anais can explain it much better."

D.B.: “We’ll see if he can expand on that in the coming interviews. How did the transformation change you?”

Ana: “It changed me physically, as you can see. But it also changed me emotionally. I lost all doubt and indecision. Now, I am a warrior bonded to all of the Crystal Skulls.”

D.B.: “What does the Crystal Skulls do for you?”

Ana: “Well, they give me strength and longevity far above that of an ordinary human. They also expanded my ESP skills so that I could do all of the secondary skills that my sisters had.”

D.B.: “Can you give some examples?”

Ana: “Well, all of us can project our emotions. Before my transformation, my only secondary talent was Compulsion. I could make people involuntarily do things, giving me complete control over them. But now, I can also dream walk, heal others, change memories, block empathic attacks, and mind bond.”

D.B.: “Mind Bond?"

Ana: “Yes, that shares memories and life experiences between two people. It is an excellent way to teach people how to do something, like fight or fly a spacecraft. But it is very intimate.”

D.B.: “It sure sounds like it. Let’s go back to talk about the other Guardians for just a minute. You said there were 13, right?”

Ana: “Yes.”

D.B.: “I assume you were very close with all of them but were you closer to some than others?”

Ana deeply sighed: “We were like sisters, but we were just really close friends. Our husbands sacrificed themselves for us so that we could bond with the Skulls. But yes, there were some I was much closer with. MeNana and I were lifelong friends, and we were actually related when I married her brother. Then there is always Alana.”

D.B.: “Yes, Alana seems to be a favorite of the Harmonic Wars fans. Do you agree with that?”

Ana laughed again: “Yes, well she is sassy and beautiful, but the way she shamelessly acted and dressed …"

Alana walks in and says: “Don't you dare call me a hussy!”

Ana jumped up excitedly and said: “Sister!”

Ana and Alana give each other a long hug. Alana’s curvy figure is prevalent through the long-flowing, white, silk dress. Her ample cleavage is very prominent. She stood in stark contrast to the tall, white-haired figure of Ana. Alana maintained her exotic Hispanic features.

D.B. offers his hand: “Welcome Guardian Alana Akholay to the show!”

Alana shakes D.B.’s hand: “Well, hello handsome!”

D.B. smiled and gestured for her to sit: “Alana, you were very prominent in Book One, but something tragic happened at the end. Any chance of you coming back in Book Two?”

Alana: “Well, never say never. This is a Science Fiction series, so anything is possible.”

Ana: "She certainly keeps me company through the Land of Dreams. Don’t let her flamboyance and lack of modesty fool you. Alana was always the best warrior of us all.”

D.B.: “I have a delicate question here, but the readers need to know: Book Two is largely about the descendants of the Guardians. How is that possible if your husbands sacrificed themselves for you?”

Alana: “I got this, Sister. When we originally bonded to the Skulls, we had several months before the sacrifice in the Crystal Altar that allowed us one final portal to the Balsarius homeworld. It was a miracle, but all 13 of us sisters became pregnant during those few months.”

Ana said with a wink: “For most of us, that was the only child we would ever have.”

Alana sucks her teeth: “Easy now.”

D.B. laughs: “What's that supposed to mean?”

Ana: “Most of us were celibate ... but not all. I mean 300 years is a long time …”

Alana: “And 600 years is an insanely long time, so yes, things happen. Right Sister?”

Ana sighs. “Yes, I suppose.”

Alana: “And just because we are still human, it doesn’t make anyone a hussy.”

Ana: “Says the woman with her chi-chi’s hanging out here for everyone to see!”

Alana sucks her teeth.

D.B.: “Sounds like there is a story there, but we don’t want to give away too much. Ana, what did you do for the first 300 years?”

Ana: “The majority of Book One describes the sister’s lives 300 years after we were bonded to the Skulls. We carefully tended to our descendants. We located, protected, and trained those with the genetic markers which allowed them to project emotions and operate the Anti-Grav Suits.”

D.B.: “So not all of your children could operate them?”

Ana shook her head: “At first they all did. Then as generations passed, they became fewer and fewer. This helped us to maintain control of the technology.”

Alana: “Yep. We had to keep the Anti-Grav Suits away from the Warrior Guild. It was our only advantage against their superior numbers. The Warrior Guild had almost all the MARs units, and they had all the warships. Without the suits and the last Pyraportal, we would have lost long ago. But now we have balance,” as she gestured toward Ana.

D.B.: “So, Ana you are now considered that balance?”

Ana sighed and nodded: “Yes, and the one who will provide justice is yet to come.”

D.B.: “Any clue who that may be? Who is justice?”

Ana laughed musically: “I can’t tell you that! It would spoil Book Four!”

D.B.: “Fine. Let’s talk about the Children for a minute before we wrap up. Manny Alvarez is related to you, right Ana?”

Ana: “Yes. Raven and Lynell Skyhawk are related to Marta Sparhawk through Jade. Marta was a Guardian who could heal people, and Jade was her Granddaughter in book one.”

D.B.: “Why the name changes for Raven and Lynell?”

Ana shrugs her shoulders: “A lot of things change over 300 years. Sometimes a slight name change is helpful in hiding someone, and sometimes names morph naturally. Besides, it helped to hide the descendants from Arturo. Jade became pregnant at the end of book one, so we had to hide her.”

D.B.: “Was it Arturo’s child?”

Ana smiled: “I’m not telling. You need to wait for book three on that. One thing to remember: not all of our descendants had the genetic markers. Family trees branch.”

Alana smirked: “Well, unless you live in House Lannister of Casterly Rock …”

Ana: “Ugh ... I’m glad we have none of that here!”

D.B.: “Yes, I agree! What are the names and relationships of the other Children?”

Alana: “Ricky Chambers is related to me, as are the twins April and Judd Walker.”

D.B.: “Do any of the children show secondary talents yet?”

Alana: ‘April and Judd are both Dream Walkers, and have been for many years. None of the rest has shown their secondary talents yet, but we still have two more books to go!”

Ana: “Except Kailea O'Keef who can block empathic projections. She is from a stray branch of the family related to Fabienne Pitz.”

D.B.: “What do you mean by stray branch?”

Alana: “Well, we were all over the world guiding the surviving colonists to rebuild their societies so that we could reintroduce ourselves. Fabienne was working in the United Kingdom and fell in love with an Irish man. I still think she didn’t have to be ashamed of that and hide it, but then sometimes the Light gives us a direction to go, and we must follow.”

D.B.: “There are so many questions and not enough time! We didn’t even get to the Anti-Grav Suits, but I’m sure your children can answer questions about those, right?”

Alana: “Yep, they can tell you all about them.”

D.B.: “Great! Alana, I would like to ask you back to talk about the Land of Dreams. Would that be okay?”

Alana smiles, leans forward, and bats her eyelashes: “Certainly!”

D.B. blushes at Alana before turning to Ana: “Ana, we have to wrap up for now, but we would love to have you back. Can you stop in and visit us again sometime?”

Ana smiles and nods: “It would be my pleasure.”

D.B.: “That’s all the time we have today. Join us next week as we interview Manny Alvarez and Ricky Chambers, and get the perspective from these young teens who were brutally ripped away from their families and lives to save them from Arturo. Until next time, May the Light shine through you!”

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I am a retired US Air Force Veteran who after a successful career in the IT industry became a "Happy Nester" and now am a full time Sci Fi writer and independent researcher. I find archeology fascinating and am open to the possibilities that maybe this society is NOT the most advanced society that has lived on this planet.